dream graffiti by Donie
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
Wind Song by Carl Sandburg
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.
Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost by PoetryGrrrl on March 10, 2013